Before I give you my lame excuse for not posting more info about the new foster kids, I need to take a moment to welcome DFW to the growing list of followers. Blogger does not show that DFW has a blog. DFW, if that is not correct, please let me know. In the meantime, welcome to the party. Feel free to join in the conversations, have a beer, and generally enjoy yourself. I don't have any lampshades for you to wear while dancing on the table though. Had to get rid of them after GunDiva shot them up last time she got in one of her "moods".
Now for the lame excuses: 1) The dogs ate my home work, 2) I've been really preoccuppied with the whole fighting for M&M thing, 3) two words: TWO INFANTS (also known as instant twins), 4) one infant screams bloody murder until held or she passes out...whichever comes first, 5) who has time to write anything?, 6) why didn't you tell me to get formula when I was at the store an hour ago?, 7) the dogs don't feed themselves, 8) FOUR YEAR OLD BOY with two speed settings - FULL THROTTLE and PASSED OUT, 9) have you seen the laundry pile?, 10) what's for dinner?....
So, in lieu of actual content, I present you with...
...cute bunny foo foo picture. Those are The Queen's hands by the way.
That picture was taken about a month ago after we discovered that Spanky McCloud...
...had inherited the title of bunny hunter extraordinaire from the dear departed Kiki.
The little turd has real talent though. The Queen and I heard the telltale squeak of a bunny in distress just in time to see Spanky carrying his first prize to the dining room for "playtime". While we were busy trying to chase the recently dropped bunny around the living room, Spanky went outside and caught bunny number two. The entire incident took less than five minutes. I know for a fact that there was a third bunny from the same nest that narrowly escaped his siblings fate as I saw him/her making a run for it as Spanky was bringing bunny number two in through the garage.
It's gonna be a long summer if the bunnies don't take the hint.
They're cute little boogers, now. When they grow they love chew and eat and poop. Been there, done that....one word, stew.
ReplyDeleteNo, really.
Stephen, as long as they do what they do best outside, we will have no issues. As far as I am concerned, Spanky can go on a bunny killing spree as long as it stays outside. Once the festivities come indoors, I am honor bound as The Queen's lackey and animal lover myself to restore the natural order of things (I.e. bunnies go outside).
Delete#1) I do not have "moods". I was simply showing off my talent for shooting the fringe off those gawdawful lampshades you had. Is it my fault that the idiot wearing them flinched, causing me to punch a hole (or two) in them?
ReplyDelete#2) Welcome to parenthood. You'll not know whether you're coming or going for a long time yet.
And #3) Aaaawww...dose wittle bunnies are so coooote.
GunDiva,
Delete#1) I read your FaceBook status updates. You have moods.
#2) I can believe that.
#3) Yep...and they were tiny, tiny little critters too.
*sticking tongue out*
DeleteGunDiva, is that an invitation or a promise?
DeleteI might smack you, but I know you're a happily married man. Maybe you can talk The Queen into smacking you.
ReplyDeleteGunDiva, she does that of her own free will.
Deletewow. i am getting tired just reading what you all been up to in the last while. you must be one worn-out, tired, happy man. congrats buddy!
ReplyDeleteyour friend,
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Kymber, zzzzzzzzz.....huh, what?
DeleteHi Shepard, Glad to have found you guys. I do have a blog (less than a month old). http://countintheday.blogspot.com/. Not nearly as entertaining as yours. It is meant to be more like a diary of sorts to chronicle my journey to retirement.
ReplyDeleteEnjoying your posts.
DFW, I will try to update the welcome with a link when I get back to a real computer. I'm glad you are enjoying the posts. It helps make it worthwhile.
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